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Feb 2016
waking up
just to be closer to death.
every breath
just to taste the sweet embrace of cold paper skin.
every sin
just to have the opportunity to skim the surface of hell.
every stay in a ****** motel
just to make friends with the devil again.
waking up
just to die in the end.
Nicole
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   ---, Dimitrios Sarris and irinia
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